Journey into Cuckoldry
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I’m so sore. Unable to rub the ache out of his protesting muscles, he settled for turning up the shower temperature until it was on the very edge of what he could withstand, hoping without much confidence that the excess heat would ease the pain shooting through his limbs. Three days of the most athletic sex I’ve ever had, and the price is that I feel completely spent after a relatively short run. I know I’ll never be able to bring myself to abandon her to go for a jog or a lift, but I’m going to be terribly out of shape if I don’t get at least a little platonic exercise.
The back of his hand accidentally brushed the side of his cock as he reached between his legs with a bar of soap. Though he’d done his best to ignore it, he’d been periodically erect for much of the morning; a condition that hampered his run almost as much than his aching limbs. Well, whatever. Every single moment with her is worth any possible physical cost.
After a brief, scalding rinse, he turned off the water, ran a towel over his reddened flesh, and exited the bathroom, drying his hair as he wondered just how much self-pleasuring would be required before he could concentrate on work.
“Awwww, that’s sweet. You miss me after all.”
Startled, Luke barely stopped himself from tripping as his towel dropped to the floor. Kathryn was sitting on the couch with an amused but unmistakably eager expression as she stared at his erection. She was also wearing an uncharacteristically modest casual ensemble, which was almost certainly for the best. After a few moments of detailed study of his swelling organ, however, she closed her eyes and turned away. “Could you please put something on? Boxers, a towel... anything.”
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teased.
“No, but it’s the first time I can’t do anything about it. Put on some clothes.”
He decided that he was feeling feisty. Horny is more like it. “I’m not the one stopping you, you know.”
“Luke,” she groaned, “please don’t make this har ... more difficult, I mean. Just put it away. For now. For me. Please.” Sighing, he picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist.
“Okay, I’m decent.”
She turned back towards him and cautiously opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the bulge that tented his thick cotton towel. Exasperated, she buried her face in her hands. “Will you please...?”
“Alright, alright. Hold on.” The was a rustling sound as he tucked himself beneath the bedcovers. “There we go. Now you can’t see anything below the waist.” With well-justified skepticism she peeked through her fingers. While he’d spoken the literal truth, he’d neglected to mention that he’d also abandoned the towel. Visibly unnerved by the knowledge that he was naked, erect, and waiting in the very bed upon which they’d shared so much pleasure, she nevertheless decided to quit protesting and carry on with what she’d come to say.
“Thank you, I guess. Anyway, how did you sleep?”
“It wasn’t exactly the sleep of the righteous man, but I managed a few uninterrupted hours. You?”
“Better than you, I suppose, although still not very well. I was pretty exhausted.”
“Well, you put in quite a day’s work ... and that’s even before we got into the hot tub.”
“Luke, could you please just ... not?”
“Sorry. It’s ... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
“Thinking about it is fine. Talking about it isn’t.”
“Are you telling me that you have stopped? Thinking about it, I mean?”
She sighed, shoulders slumping a bit as she evaded his question. “I was hoping to gain strength from your resolve.”
“That’s a no, then.”
Shrugging, she attempted another change of subject. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For what?”
“For everything. I know it was a lot to take in, especially all at once.”
Fighting the urge to say something salacious, he decided to speak from the heart instead. “Thank you, but I know I didn’t live up to your expectations.”
“Luke...”
“No, you don’t need to placate me. When it comes to dominance and submission I’m well aware that I was in over my head last night. I need to learn more about it, and I promise to try.”
Relaxing enough to offer him a wry grin, she shook her head. “I have no complaints. You know, if you’re trying to seduce me into abandoning my resistance, you’re dangerously close to succeeding.”
He put up a hand. “Now it’s my turn to ask you to stop. Because I’m dangerously close to taking you up on that offer, despite my promise. No, no, I’m not going to,” he assured as a riot of emotions cascaded across her face, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
Intensely interested in some minute detail of the floor, she muttered, “I knew this would be difficult, but...”
“Thank you, I’m glad you agree. But Kathryn, trust me, I know I’m teasing you and I know I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. It’s not just that we can’t have sex while ... well, you know. It’s that everything has to change. The way we talk to each other. The jokes we share. Even the way we look at each other. It’s ... okay, I’m going to stop avoiding the word: it’s hard to just change everything all at once. It’s not even like we’re going back to the way it was; we’re trying to recreate something that’s never actually been. I’m sorry for being so blunt, but I can’t imagine you’re not experiencing the same struggle.”
Her face was once again covered by her hands. “You have no idea. But Luke, even if every word you say is true, saying it out loud makes everything even harder that it needs to be. That’s why...”
“ ... we have to stop. I get it. So, one more thing about last night and then we can change the subject for good.” He ignored her reflexive wince and continued. “My insufficiencies aside, I really want to thank you for showing...”
She leapt to her feet and started pacing around the kitchen, waving her hand at him as if trying to ward off both his words and her anxiety. He noted with dismay that she’d deliberately put more physical distance between them. I guess it’s not the right time for that conversation, either. “Well, anyway, what’s on your agenda for today? More charity prep?”
Grateful for the respite, she nonetheless gripped the back of a chair for support, quite clearly struggling to keep her emotions in check. “Yes, or at least until late afternoon. Bill gets back around 6:30.”
His tone soured. “I’ll try to be elsewhere when that happens.”
Her eyes darkened in disapproval. “Luke, stop it. You’re never unavailable at that time of day, and trying to hide will look suspicious. You’ll almost certainly be invited over for a drink, you know.”
Great. “I know. I just ... can I at least get away with putting off socialization for a single day? I accept that he’s going to want to talk to me sooner or later. But even if ‘later’ only means tomorrow, can I at least manage that without setting off any alarms?”
Though she didn’t look particularly happy about it, she relented. “Fine, I’ll tell him you haven’t been sleeping well again. Might as well take advantage of the truth.” The internal conflict she felt was all too evident, yet she pressed on. “But tomorrow, whatever he asks, you have to do it.”
“I know. I will. And thank you.”
Their brief dispute resolved, she walked back to the sofa, paused, sighed, moved closer, and finally sat on the far edge of the bed, hands primly folded between her thighs. For the first time since they’d started bickering, he realized that he was still painfully erect.
“Luke, I need to tell you something. If I don’t, I’ll be wishing I had all day, and that’s ... bad, right now.”
Uh-oh.
“It’s not what you’re thinking. It’s good. But I can’t have it in the front of my mind. I want you to know that being with you, even though it’s only been a few days, is reawakening things that I thought I’d left behind or deliberately buried. Bill’s a good...”
Since she was obviously unable to complete the sentence, he solemnly supplied the rest. “He’s a good lover. It’s okay. You can say that out loud, and even if it upsets me I’ve absolutely no right to feel that way. He is your husband, after all.” That will never get easier to say.
“Right. Well, anyway, I’ve never had much reason for complaint, except that he’s not particularly imaginative or adventurous. I’ve done my best to guide and encourage, and I’ve had some success, but there are things I enjoy that I ... can’t. Not with him. Please don’t ask for details,” she cautioned when he appeared to be readying a question, “because I’m not ready to have that conversation with you, and I might never be. But I am ready to admit that I’m immensely grateful to you for reasons beyond the sheer number and intensity of the orgasms you’ve given me, and I hope that as long as we’re together, we can keep exploring; both the known and the unknown. I think you already understand just how important sex is to me, but the farther we go, the more you’re going to realize that what we’ve done so far is just the tip of a very large and not particularly safe iceberg. I hope you won’t get scared, or think that I’m...” Again she paused, struggling to wrestle a thought into coherency. “You make me want to be bold again. To be brave. To push my sexuality into dangerously exciting realms. I want to lose control, but at the same time I want to be controlled. I’m even ready to be depraved, which is something I haven’t allowed myself to be in a long time. But one thing I’m sure of is that I won’t be able to do any of it without you. Don’t answer now,” she interjected, silencing him with another wave of the hand. “Mull it over so I don’t have to.”
“And Luke,” she added, her expression earnest and (for the first time in a while) focused directly on him, “stop worrying about last night. You were cautious, but you were also wonderful. Holding back, no matter the reason, was the right choice ... because now I trust you even more than I did before. And you will have another chance. Soon, I promise. I don’t know when, but it will happen. My best advice would be to focus less on choreography and more on emotions. There are things I know I like but can’t allow unless there’s sufficient recovery time, so you’ll have to be creative. Anyway, you have at least a week to rise to the challenge.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy and erotic promise of their conversation, she stood and retreated to the center of the room. Facing the far wall with her fists clenching and releasing, she once again implored him to be not just civil, but overtly friendly, with Bill.
“I will. I promise that I will. Anyway, I don’t really have a choice, do I? After all, he’s...”
“Your friend? The one and only innocent, if not strictly blameless, party in all of this? Yes, I’m all too aware.” To this, neither of them had any satisfying response, and so she straightened her shoulders and descended the stairs. The moment he heard the door click shut, he flung the covers to the side and began furiously stroking his cock. Only a few seconds later he was filling a hastily gathered handful of tissues with ejaculate ... a liquid breakfast he greatly preferred pouring directly into Kathryn’s thirsty mouth.
“Oh Kleenex, my oldest and most loyal friend-with-benefits, it looks like it’s you and me again. Do I need to buy you dinner? Take you to a movie? No? You’re only in it for the sex?” Sighing, he crumpled the sticky bundle of tissues and tossed them into the small bedside trash receptacle, then extracted a few more from the box. “I feel so used...”
How strange that this should already feel so wrong. Working alone — which was, after all, exactly what he’d expected to be doing until the current job was finished — seemed not only unacceptably lonely, but palpably oppressive now that Kathryn was no longer at his side. It took him a while to fall back into a solitary rhythm, but it was better than dwelling on his situation, and eventually he found the groove with which he’d started several weeks ago.
One wine-free and sinfully healthy lunch later, he was back at work. It was well past six when he finally decided to call it a day, but he still felt full of energy and wondered how he’d expend enough of it to wind down to a much-needed rest. He’d just finished tidying his workspace when he heard a knock on the apartment door.
That’s odd. Why would she need to knock? Readying a salacious quip, he opened the door.
He looks like death.
Indeed, Bill’s exhaustion — a fatigue of spirit well beyond the merely physical — was so shocking that Luke temporarily forgot to be anxious about this unexpected and unwanted reunion.
“Uh ... Bill? Welcome back. I ... I didn’t think that...” Good job. Quality acting. Incoherent stuttering will put him right off your scent.
Fortunately, Bill was too dazed to take note of Luke’s tension. “Thank you, son. I just got back and I’m already about ten minutes from total collapse. Kathryn told me you were a little tired yourself, but I just wanted to check in and see if everything’s okay. I’m sorry I’ve been away so long.”
He really does look like he regrets his absence. I suppose it’s a vaguely positive sign for my karmic wellbeing that, rather than dwelling on my own selfish desires, seeing him actually makes me feel worse ... as if I want to take his side against everything I’m doing. “You have responsibilities and every reason imaginable to be exhausted, so there’s obviously no need to apologize. As for me being tired, I keep waking up in the middle of the night in a fit of sneezing. Kathryn suggested that it might be a mild allergic reaction to something that grows out here, so she gave me some medicine that I hope will clear it it up. Meanwhile, the work’s going great and I’m enjoying every minute.” Lying with the truth is always an effective strategy. Here’s where, if things were different, I’d tell him what a great job his wife’s doing and how much fun I’m having working with her. But since I’ve no idea how to make that sound innocent, I’m going to avoid the entire subject. “I just hope you’ll be able to get some actual rest this week.”
“Don’t worry, I will. But before I fall asleep on your doorstep, I wanted to invite you to dinner tomorrow. Is six okay? I’m going to need early starts until I’m back on my feet.”
Well, there’s no talking my way out of it. “Yes, that sounds wonderful. Six it is. Want me to bring the wine?”
“Of course.” After a weak slap on the shoulder, Bill turned and wearily ambled away. Luke noticed that Kathryn was watching from their doorway. If her attention was divided between her husband and her lover, it wasn’t clear at this distance.
There’s nothing I can say or do to make this easier for her, save to let her know I understand just how hard this is. He put his hand over his heart, tapped his chest twice, smiled, nodded, and retreated to the safety of his apartment. She’d offered no sign of acknowledgement, but he knew she couldn’t even if she wanted to.
My wine ration’s going to get a workout tonight, but first I’m making myself a trough-sized gin and tonic. I need a serious drink.
Luke looked up from his laptop. Another knock? I guess it must be Bill again. Look tired, Luke. Look exhausted. You might even be able to worm your way out of dinner if you play it up enough. And now for the door...
“Hi.”
Even distressed and consumed by anxiety, she’s incredibly beautiful. I really want to gather her into my arms and comfort her, but...
“I said hi.”
“I heard you. Hi back. I miss y...”
“Stop it.”
“I can’t. I do miss you.”
“You have to. I mean it.”
Cold. “I’m sorry, I didn’t...”
“Shut up and listen. You’re coming over early.”
“And you seem just thrilled about it.” When she said nothing in response, instead continuing to bore a hole through his chest with her stare, he relented. “Okay, why?”
“We’re having afternoon cocktails by the pool.”
Christ. “I’m not sure...”
“I don’t care. You’re coming over. Bring dinner wines — I have no idea what we’re eating, so either bring a bunch or resign yourself to several back-and-forth trips — and a change of clothes. We’ve got the rest of the drinks sorted.”
“But...” She was already walking away. “Why are you angry at me?” he grumbled at her retreating back, but either she didn’t hear him or, as was more likely, she was purposefully ignoring him.
“If I fall asleep, which seems like it’s going to happen pretty soon, please don’t wake me until dinner.” Bill was dangling a half-finished Americano from his fingertips, endangering the sanctity of the patio with the possibility that he might grow tired enough to lose his grip on the sweating glass.
“Let me grab that for you,” Luke said as he extracted the cocktail from Bill’s hands and set it on a nearby table. “Kathryn, do you want another Negroni?”
“Yes,” she groused, having more or less mainlined her fourth cocktail in the last hour ... though it was also pretty obvious she’d started well before he arrived. Despite his own roiling tension, Luke was experiencing a growing sense of panic at the inexplicable and threatening emotions emanating from her. She was wearing a red variation of what he was beginning to suspect was the only style of bikini she owned. It didn’t quite match her hair, and as a result was the least appealing of the three he’d been lucky enough to see her wear, but it still covered so little of her exquisite form that he was unmanageably aroused whenever he was at her side. He was definitely surprised that she’d wear it in front of him with her husband present, but he kept that to himself.
For his part, Bill was clearly enjoying the opportunity to lay back and turn his mind off for a while. His eyes were closed, and Luke took the opportunity to study his rival for Kathryn’s affections. No, not rival. Husband. He has an actual claim on her. I’m the interloper. Despite long hours in the office and on the road, he’d somehow managed to keep himself in good shape, though the grey hair that metastasized the more he worked had long since spread across his chest. I know he’s disappointing her right now, but he’s a handsome man, and a good man, and I know both of them well enough by now to understand how she could fall in love with him. Whatever the future brings, if it ends up with them still together I’ll force myself to be happy for them.
The thought was a stiletto piercing his heart, but last night — tossing and turning in a pathetic attempt at sleep — he’d resolved to confront the reality of what he was doing head-on. The urge to evade or slink or hide is reprehensible and childish. If I’m going to deliberately fail his trust in such a devastating way, the least I can do is to try to live up to it in others. I need to face him, look him in the eyes, and feel everything that makes me feel. Even if — maybe especially if — what it makes me feel is awful.
Unfortunately, any chance for a relaxing poolside sojourn was being sullied by Kathryn’s foul mood. Nothing he’d said or done seemed to assuage or even contain her mounting rage, and as he delivered her fifth cocktail he knelt at her side, checking to see if Bill was watching or not before whispering, “Do you want me to leave?”
“Fuck off,” she hissed.
Completely taken aback — she’d never before treated or talked to him this way, and he still had no idea why she was doing so now — Luke stood, preparing to do just that. He was trying to remember where he’d put his dinner clothes when she grabbed his ankle. Tragic tears welled in her beautiful eyes, and she seemed like she was struggling to breathe.
“Luke ... please, please don’t go,” she whispered. “I’m so very sorry. I’m being an absolute cunt and you’ve done nothing to deserve it. I just don’t know what to do with all this anger.”
He sat down next to her; this time on the opposite side so he could keep an eye on her snoring husband “Can you at least tell me why you’re angry in the first place? Or if there’s anything I can do to make it better?”
“No, there’s nothing you can do. I’m paying a price I knew I’d have to pay sooner or later. But it’s so much harder than I imagined.” After checking to make sure Bill was asleep, she continued. “He’s ... well, ever since he got back, he’s been...”
“Apologetic? Attentive? Loving?” She needs me to be noble and wise right now, no matter how much it costs me. Now’s not a time for me to be a jealous lover. Now’s a time for me to be an understanding friend. “You want to be mad at him, but he’s doing everything in his power to make it up to you, and so you’re turning your frustrations on me because you can’t justify taking them out on him. Especially because you already feel guilty. Being mad at him is a way to excuse your choices ... but since you can’t be mad at someone who’s doing what he can to make things right, you’ve decided to be angry at the choices themselves. Which means being angry at me, because I’m one of those choices.”
Suddenly, her walls crumbled and the tension in her voice and body fell away. With a deep sigh she reached out for his hand, gripping it with fierce intensity, then letting go. “Luke, you already know me far too well. You’re absolutely right about almost everything. Here’s the one exception: despite the way I’ve been acting, I’m not actually angry at you, and I’m only a little bit angry about my choices. I’m not even angry at myself, or at least not in the way you probably think I should be. I’m angry because I’ve tried to feel all those things, tried to nurse them into a justified and righteous fury, tried to take that fury out on him, on myself, and on you ... but I just can’t. Because the truth is, the only thing I’m actually angry about is that I don’t feel as awful as I should. I thought he’d come back and I’d be shattered by shame and guilt, or that I’d finally confront him with just how much he’s endangering our marriage, or that I’d reconsider what I’m doing with you. Instead, I’m still just me ... the same person I was yesterday, the same person as I was a week ago, the same person I was before you met me. Nothing that’s going on between us seems to have changed that part of who I am. And what upsets me so much is that I’m no longer sure quite how to feel about that person. Anyway, I beg your forgiveness, and I’m deeply ashamed that you had to see me acting this way, much less be my undeserving target. I promise I’ll get it together, sooner or later.”
“Well, I’m obviously no teetotaling saint, but you might want to consider easing your way clear of the Negroni-fest. I brought a lot of wine, and the drunker you get, the more likely it is that you’ll...”
“ ... say or do something else that I regret?” In response to the look of concern that flashed across his eyes, she offered a half-smile. “Luke, you’re not a regret. You’ll never be a regret. Don’t worry. The only things I regret at the moment are entirely within my own head and heart. As for my current state of protective inebriation, you remain wise beyond your years. Could you fetch me an iced tea? And,” she took his hand again, “please say that you forgive me. This is just about as shitty as I’m capable of being, and I’d thank you to forget you ever had to endure this behavior.”
“Done and done. Let me get you that iced tea.”
In the temporary safety of the kitchen, Sevinay regarded him with silent amusement. He sighed, ostensibly searching the fridge for Kathryn’s beverage, but really just taking a few moments to realign the fraying threads of his equanimity. I can’t imagine how we’re going to get through dinner unscathed.
“I was too tired to ask you last night, but how’s it going with Kathryn? The work, I mean.” Luke was grateful for the quick correction, because his foot had started to shake uncontrollably. “She’s not distracting you or slowing you down too much, is she?”
Ignoring the peripheral tragicomedy of a morsel of food slipping from her quaking fork and falling back to her plate, he forced himself to stay focused on Bill. Isn’t overly intense staring supposed to suggest that someone’s lying? Maybe I should look away instead? Well, it’s too late. Don’t say anything suggestive. Ready? Here goes. “She’s been wonderful, of course. While I’m sure you’re used to it by now, it turns out she’s really good at everything she does.” The sharp click of tines against china as she stabbed the plate a little too hard didn’t stall his rush of words. Was that innuendo? It didn’t sound like innuendo. Did it? Was that Kathryn trying to get me to stop? Am I making it worse? He was desperate to interrupt himself and collect his thoughts with the assistance of a mouthful of wine, but Bill was still looking at him, waiting for the rest. What’s he hoping to hear? Does he suspect? I need to say something. Maybe get him to focus on her instead? “As for a being a distraction ... well, I don’t think there’s anything I could say on that subject that you don’t already know.” He could feel her eyes scorching the side of his face. Oops. Maybe that was too much.
If Bill took his words at anything other than face value, he showed no sign. Instead, he turned to grin at his wife. “Well, that’s true. Were I you, son, I’d count your blessings. I do remember what it’s like to work with her.” She was smiling back at him, but Luke thought he could see the strain in her eyes.
“Oh, I do. This week’s going to be a dull grey pit of loneliness by comparison.” In more ways than one. “Now, what do you think of the wine?” Thank god I brought a lot of it tonight. I bet I can use it to bail out of an uncomfortable conversation at least a half-dozen more times before it starts to look suspicious.
“If you’d told me I’d be drinking, and liking, an Australian chardonnay, I would’ve suggested that you pull the other one, though with somewhat more colorful language. Speaking of my talented wife, why aren’t you two doing your usual guessing game?”
“Because she’s already had it. It’s something I intended to show you for exactly the reasons you just mentioned, but when my friend Wendy was here she insisted that we drink it on the boat. So...” He paused, not wanting to say too much about what else happened on the lake.
“ ... so I liked it so much I asked him to order a case,” Kathryn interjected. “I assume that’s okay with you?”
Bill put up his hands. “You know I have complete faith in your judgement, and anyway you have a much better palate than I do. But are you sure you didn’t buy it because of the name?”
“You mean Luke Lambert? Now, Bill ... don’t fluff the young Master Sommelier’s ego more than it already is, or his head won’t fit through the door.” Uh-oh. She’s teasing me. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but she’s still pretty tipsy and I can see a lot of ways for this to go wrong.
Waving her off with a laugh, he retorted, “If anything’s going to keep me from passing through a doorway, it’s another helping of this risotto. It’s amazing.”
“You remember your little soliloquy about risotto a while back? Sevinay was listening, as you might remember, and she did this just for you. She also said that I should ask you what’s unusual about it ... though since she didn’t give me the answer, feel free to make something up. As long as it’s sufficiently authoritative and convincing, I probably won’t notice.” Now they were both gently mocking him, and though he offered a sheepish grin, he felt a little twinge in his guts at an easygoing bonhomie he couldn’t quite manage to share. They’re really such lovely people. In a different universe we’d all be good friends, and there would be nothing but happiness and satisfaction at this table. Maybe... His thoughts turned dark, as they did whenever he tried to peer into the uncertain future. Maybe, when this is all over, we can figure out a way to be just that. But that means I won’t be with Kathryn anymore, and I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to be happy about that.
“Well, considering how you’re both teasing me, I’m guessing false humility will be laughed out of the room, so I’ll admit that I do think that I know. But I bet you can figure it out, too. It’s a seafood risotto, obviously, but do you notice anything unusual about it?”
Bill poked at the rice for a few moments, but his insight didn’t arrive soon enough for Kathryn, who over-excitedly blurted out, “There’s no seafood!”
Luke nodded while Bill shook his head with feigned exasperation. “One day ... just one time ... I’d be really interested to find out what it’s like to not be a step behind her, all the time, in every damned thing.” Though his words were pointed, the affection behind them was clear, and Luke decided that the conditions were right for him attempt another compliment. I feel like I should get him used to me praising his wife. That way, if I slip and say something a little too gushing, it won’t stand out as much.
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Meister – T – http://xhamster.com/users/meister-tErziehungsplattform Mann – Frau – Sissi – Paare Frau und MannAus dem Leben eines Meisters.Der Fetisch - Naturblondes langes Frauenhaar"Gülden Feen Haar"Rosig ist – ihr süßer Mund –das tut heut – der Meister kund –frisch gewaschen – oft die Haare –diese duften – wunderbare –nach der Rose – dann.In der Hose – ganz weit unten –trägt sie Busch - nicht bunten –denn diese Frau – ist nicht rasiert –leben tut sie – nun zu viert –in schönem Hause – bei...
Daddy's Girl Ever since my wife took off it has been just me and Tammy at home. She was 12 when her mom left us. I still call her my little girl but she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman now at 19. She still likes to call me daddy. She has shoulder length red hair and he body has filled out in all the right places. Daddy or not, I would have to be blind not to notice how sexy she looks.We have always been close and she still comes up and gives me hugs for no reason at all. Sometimes...
Hi ISS readers, Remember me? Ya, this is Sayam from Rajshahi, Bangladesh. Now I am going to narrate all my sex experiences with my maids. First I will tell you about Moni. She was in her 16 years and then I was in my 18. And I was in collage then. My classes were over at 2.00pm. And from 2.30pm to 5.00pm I was totally alone in our house. Then she regularly came for our house hold job. She stayed there till 9.00pm. She was not so good looking and dark in complexion. So I never thought about her...
I am over 50 and even though I'm in decent shape, I'm STILL over 50 and thought that I would never get another chance to fuck a young sweet teen again.One day, a buddy of mine and I had just come back from a hunting trip and I dropped him off at his house. While there, I saw his young daughter for the first time since she was little and she had grown into a hot little thing with tiny tits, long legs and that sweet little face you see in high school all the time.I spoke with her a bit while her...
'So what's this about?'I flopped down onto the couch as my parent's stood expectantly in the middle of the room.'We'll tell you when your sister gets here. Where is she anyway- oh!'Molly burst into the room and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, tucking her long hair behind her ears as she straightened her back and placed her knees together. She always was a pro at acting the perfect daughter around them, especially when the possibility of us having done something wrong hung in the...
I was excited when Val told me she that Alex had agreed to come practice with us and that she would be round tomorrow morning, she told me that they had agreed that her and Alex fight first and I referee and keep the timer and a close look to ensure the pins are legal and then I will fight the winner while the loser is referee, I was fine with that.After Val’s admittance that Dad helped her I looked at him in a different way, I even looked at Mum in a different way too, was I missing something...
Clothing Bet 3: Eve had taken me out of the safe harbour of vanilla male and female gender roles and I was now being driven towards into the deeper ocean of transsexual and transgender roles. I was now being encouraged to think of myself as Simone the Maid. Eve had given me a feather duster and had me pose in various positions as I dusted the house. The feather duster was one of the most feminine things I had seen as it had to be used in what felt like a really gay way. The only...
-- Ellen the Embezzler 1 --It was late in the day as I visited the real estate office where my stepdaughter Ellen worked. The owner, Howard, was an old friend; we went way way back, all the way to our school days. He'd been kind enough to hire Ellen as his bookkeeper after she'd not done well in several other job areas. She complained about the work and the lengthy hours, but so far as I was concerned, it was a decent job, Howard was looking out for her, and he reassured me she was doing all...
"Master Sergeant Dennison, are you sure that the morning report is correct?" General Branch asked, a note of incredulity in his voice. "Yes, Sir," the Master Sergeant replied. "I double checked with the field before signing off on it. The field team rechecked the tracker download. The Subject did not stay at his residence last night. I cross checked the address where he did stay. It belongs to Captain Jane Janus. Sir, as you know, Captain Janus was on the team that responded to the...
It was like Christmas on steroids and it was only Tuesday. Josie couldn’t help but laugh at the chaotic scene unfolding before her. But the noise – the noise made her want to cover her ears. It was hard to hear, what with all the talking, chattering, laughing and screaming going on. Well, that, and all the boisterous kids trying out their new instruments all at once. There were trumpets and cellos, saxophones and guitars, and even a drum set. But try as she might, she couldn’t feel the...
Would I have Liked It? Conclusion I woke the next morning, and my soft cock was nestled between the cheeks of my bed partner. My brain was working overtime remembering all that had happened yesterday. It all came flooding back, the meeting at the rail station. The night of unbridled sex, cum was dried around my arse cheeks the memory of being fucked was still fresh in my mind. My cock started to harden at the thought, this bought a moan from my bedmate. He was still wearing his thong and...
A large crowd was gathered in the meeting hall talking to each other and generally having a good time. A month ago, the same gathering would have been split in their opinions about John Carter. Today, they were much more united. The council of elders had come up with a gift that was much more acceptable to everyone. Almost everyone in the tribe had contributed to it in some fashion. Linda Redman stood in a corner looking around nervously, thinking that this was the big public ceremony; the...
It had been a year sinice our last visit to Mexico. A year since Jess had discovered her more adventurous side. A year since we had met Maria. It had been a year sinice our last visit to Mexico. A year since Jess had discovered her more adventurous side. A year since we had met Maria. Jess had surprised me with a trip back to our favoirite resort in Mexico, not telling me where we were bound until we were already in the air. Our marriage had become much more adventurous in the last year and...
MarriedI am Aakash(Name Changed), a regular reader of this site for the past few years. I am 19, from Hyderabad, Here I would like to write down my real life experience how I lost my virginity one month back. Hello All, I am gonna come from the start, We were traveling by train to Delhi, I woke up in the morning and got freshened up and then she came along the beauty of my life and sat behind me and she was caressing my back,I was just awestruck. First I was thinking she is doing it as a gesture of...
"Well, well, what do we have here?!"My shot wide open as I turned my head to the door. Greg's cum still dripping from my face.I saw two guys, one walking towards me while the other shut the door behind them."We were just, I... I was just.." I tried to explain."Don't worry about it, the whole point of the party is to have fun." one said."We like to have fun too." the other added.I was kneeling with my back resting on the bed as they stood on either side of me. I could see their cocks beginning...
Again, a stand-alone tale, but please read the preceding chapters to get a feel for ‘Frank’ and her life. * I surfaced from sleep early, around nine that Saturday morning. I was lying in my bed, in my flat, but, unusually, uniquely here, there was a body behind me. I knew it was a male because I could feel the ‘morning wood’ pressing into my back as he lay behind me. Slowly I recollected my thoughts and rediscovered my memory of the previous night. I’d been to the college ‘Freshers’ Ball’,...
Brandon had shifted his focus from studying to finding out where Amy’s rooms were ever since Brandon had found out he did not have to go to class. He had asked around now that the girls had talked to him more since the rule about the not talking with him and Jason no longer applied. Despite having gotten closer to the girls of the sorority they were still quite secretive. It had also been days since he had seen Jason. At first, he brushed it off as nothing, but then he remembered that this...
Hi everyone, this is ishan again going to continue the 2nd part of “Uncle fucked mansi”. For those who didn’t read the part 1 please read it first (uncle fucked mansi-part 1) then continue this part. So coming to the story. As uncle’s blowjob session was interrupted by the door bell, uncle was left disappointed. Mansi was asked to open the door and let in her parents as the maid had left. After getting freshened up, they all met at the dining table to have dinner together. Her parents started...
Back when I was a Junior in High School, my mom got married to a nice gentleman named Ryan. Ryan had a very young son and a daughter named Stephanie who was about 3 years older than I was at the time. Stephanie had just gotten married and her and her husband did not have a place to stay so my mom was nice enough to allow them to stay at our house since we had a finished basement. Nice of my mom however we didn’t realize how fucked up this family was. I had to find out the hard way..My step –...
Rachel Raxxx. Barely-legal…and blessed. Just take a look at this white-cock slut and her 30 JJ’s! You read right: barely-legal and double J’s! This ebony doll makes her debut on the world-famous Dogfart Network with Chad White, and this scene is all about those big, beautiful chocolate titties! Chad’s going to oil them up and fuck them good before he moves to her mouth and her tight little cunt. You’re going to love watching those enormous ebony fun bags bounce up...
xmoviesforyouThey were an odd party to be sure; a mysterious mage, a couple of newlyweds, a catgirl, and an orc. None of them knew each other prior, but they had formed a sort of kinship, if you call it that, once forming their group. Of course, some were closer than others. Carla and Michael, the newlyweds, were obviously inseparable. Amanda, the catgirl, looked up to Ethelia, the female mage, as if she were a big sister, much to the witch's chagrin. Then there was the orc: Bash. He was a crass, uncultured...
FantasyThere might be something to worry about. What with Tasha sleeping with the same women I had slept with. Since I am no shrink. I didn’t care. I just did my morning twenty miles. It went okay, but I did miss my road bike. If Tasha rode with me, even semi regularly, I would have to buy another bike of own. That is assuming her father didn’t buy her a Pirelli. In which case, I got my Walmart special road bike returned. I thought about that all during the ride. When I pulled into the...
The next day we woke up really late, seema was already in the bath soaking her self. I walked up to the bath room and said,"we have been bad girls, I wonder what our husbands would think if they found out?", she gigled and said,"they will never know and anyway if they feel left out you can fuck ajay and I will fuck jay for few nights." and I picked up the phone and dailed the reception,"hi we have an appointment for a massage, could you send her over?" and seema said,"her?", and we started...
Cheating WifesThe wife said she really enjoyed fucking the boss because he made it last so long banging her little pussy long enough to get her going then pulling out. Saying that she thought he did just to get her addicted to his horse cock, because by the end of her shift she was more than ready to collect his black seed deep in her hot pussy. He told her as he finnally made his deposit shuving all of that monster in that she would never have to worry about a job again as long as he was manager. Her...
Dear friends I am a daily reader of ISS.This story is my true life story happened few years back.I was 17 & my cousion (father’s sisters daughter) was 16,she had come from punjab for my sisters marriage.As she was in mumbai I took all my cousions for a sight visit of mumbai.during the visit we happened to play for sometime in the garden,& this sister of mine Anu put a challange to all of us she the winner would get what ever he want,I re conformied with her she said yes.Then I won the challange...
IncestIt was Saturday night and like so many others, Olivia was bored and looking for a good time. She walked into The Double Deuce Club - aptly named because it was on 22nd Ave., to see what might be happening at her favorite bar. She was a regular at the Double Deuce and knew most of the other regular patrons. It was a pretty friendly place catering to the working class. The "Double D” as it was called, was primarily a ladies bar, although there was always a few guys there looking to score.Olivia...
BisexualThe next morning, we showered together again, but we did not bother to make love this morning. We had decided that we would go visit my mother, who takes care of my niece and nephew, and spend some time with them, before we had to move the rest of her stuff into the apartment. On the way over there, we saw something at a road side stand that Jessica just had to have. So, we stopped to pick it up. It was a baby crib, for our future family. We finally arrived at where my mom was taking care of...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Rumble Roses Competition! Tonight you will watch ten beautiful young ladies fight it out with each other for the chance to become Rumble Rose Champion. Here's how it's going to work. Each of the girls will fight each other once and then, the two with the lowest Win record will be disqualified. Then remaining eight will then proceed to a 3 Round Elimination-Style Tournament. The Winner will then go on to face our Rumble Rose Champion, Lady X." This promises...
Sunday "Good Morning Honey bunches.." I said as Aky was waking up. "Mnn...morning"He said rubbing his eyes and stretching. "I got a call from my parents...they'll be here by the evening..." I told him. "Well...everything's clean... so what...?" He asked me. "I don't think we'll be able do anything else today....and we need to put those stuff you got back..." I told him. "Oh..yeah...the 'fun bag' " He said. "That's how you call it?" I asked...
No talks, here’s the incident that took place. I reside in Bangalore, renting out a house which has two floors. Ground being occupied by me and the first by a family of three. My dear aunt vimala and her two kids. Vimala aunt is slim, average looks and has firm medium size boobs and a small tight ass, i would say perfect for her body shape. She is slightly on the darker side but likes to wear make up with dark lip sticks and this is exactly what attracted me or anyone towards her. She must have...
IncestIt was a warm summer evening and I felt a shiver of excited anticipation in the gentle grip of your hand as we approached the house whose address had been given at the top of the letter we’d received from the lady who’d answered our advert in the contact magazine. In my other hand I was carrying a discreet bag with our usual set of toys and lubricants. “I’m submissive”, the lady had written, “with my own toys and playroom”. That had decided us as we were keen to try out someone’s dedicated...
BDSMBefore beginning this chapter, some background info. Most of the content of the first five chapters is fiction - born of my fantasy riddled creative mind. Chrissy, however, is real. I married her 43 years ago when she was 19 and been blissfully happy ever since. In our late twenties through to mid thirties we were into the swinging scene. Not parties or orgies or stuff like that. Just threesomes and foursomes with couples, single males and females or two males. This was well before internet...
I didn't see them for over an hour when we got back, but I heard them, lots of girlish squeals and giggles echoed from upstairs as I wrestled with the assembly instructions for the barbecue, at one stage I caught a glimpse of Cassie's sexy little bottom running upstairs after she'd made a brief foray into the kitchen for a bottle of vodka, Finally I got the damn thing together and it actually lit first time, pouring myself out a well earned drink, I sat on one of the garden chairs and...
He absolutely stunk of booze and seemed unsteady on his feet but he was still able to speak properly and he came straight out with it and asked me if we could come back up to his flat as he’d like to have some more fun with Fiona. “Yeah sure” I said immediately knowing full well that I couldn’t wait to see him spreading her legs and ramming his cock in her pussy. “Lead the way” he said to Fiona pointing towards the stairs. He followed next and I came last. As Fiona stepped up each step...
Wearing heels and erotic lingerie, Nelly Kent is lying down on the bed when she is approached by Tony Carrera. The well-hung hunk gently rubs his hands all over Nelly’s hot body and squeezes her curvy ass. Pulling down the raven-haired beauty’s thong, Tony lubes up her pussy and slides a finger inside while spanking her booty, and then the voluptuous babe treats her aroused lover to an oily tit wank, cushioning his rock-hard erection between her huge boobs and jerking it off. Following a...
xmoviesforyouThe drive up was nice for our play weekend away. Any drive with you always is. You were wearing my favorite outfit, the leather crotchless corset with the removable breast cups, your leather mini that showed the garters attached to your stockings and oh my, those fuck me shoes that drive me wild.I stroked the inside of your thigh and slowly traced my way up to find your pantiless wetness. I dipped a finger and then brought it to my mouth for a taste. I dipped again and let you taste...
I’ve been on the business end of my share of cocks, from short skinny little rascals that barely tickled, through average sized that served quite adequately, to a few beefy rams that were painful and threatened to split me in half. Truly, size does matter. But several factors other than cock size matter just as much for sex to be considered phenomenal. Once I experienced a synergistic event that was so phenomenal I’ll never forget it.In the summer of 2010 I met Jon, an architect who had come to...
Gay MaleWhen Julie walked through the school gates, she was surprised to see Grandad’s car parked where she expected to see Mom waiting for her. She ran to the passenger door and smiled at him through the open window. ‘Hi, Grandad. This is a wonderful surprise. Haven’t seen you for such a long time.’ He smiled back. ‘Sorry about that. I’ve been busy. You want a lift, baby?’ ‘Oh, yes please, ‘ she replied, pulling open the door and throwing her bag on the back seat. She crawled over the passenger...
Debuting today at private.com is Amber Jayne, a saucy blonde MILF who is bored and fed up of waiting for her husband Sterling Cooper to return from work so she decides to become a cam girl. Amber loves to strip off and show off those big beautiful tits, playing with herself for her viewers, but her husband comes home early one day to find her and of course he’s into it! Watch Amber gag on her man’s cock before hopping on for a ride and enjoying a hard pounding that culminates with a juicy...
xmoviesforyouThe man's eyelids fluttered as a stream of sodium thiopental flowed into his veins, a mocking smile still on his lips. None of the four technicians on the other side of the wall through which the intravenous tubing passed knew which of the plungers each of them pressed was delivering the drug to the prisoner, and they were never told. Each had an identical set of the injection devices used to send the lethal trio of compounds to the condemned man: the sodium thiopental that was now rendering...
Revenge at SchoolMy name is Tina, I’m 28 and live in the U.K. My story happened about 12 years ago at my Secondary school in SW London. I went to a mixed secondary school and generally had a really good time there, I made lots of good friends both male and female, some of them I am still friends with to this day. I am a keen swimmer, so I was really fortunate that my school had its own indoor swimming pool and a highly rated swimming club which regularly competed in galas against other local...
It was the last wkd in April I met up with an old flame off mine on a night out, just as my partner was away with her mum and k**s... I got a message from the lads on a Saturday afternoon to go out on the lash which I hadn't been out for a while so I agreed to meet up and have a good blast.. Later on that afternoon I hit the gym for an hour session to get all pumped for my night out that I was looking forward to hey you got to look good in a shirt lol..abit later on I was looking we'll pumped...
Sara, Becka, and me. by Teddie S. Chapter VI The First Week Tuesday - A waxing. Wednesday - Nylons. Thursday - Aunt Dorothy. Now, not only do I have a bridesmaid's dress, but a corset. I thought it was all over when the dress maker found out that Becka was really a boy. But in the end she was willing to fit me...
We motored off. I followed her instructions to her church and parked in the lot. I got out with my Bible and went around to help her out. She had her Bible also. She took my hand and we walked into the building with me following her guidance into a Sunday school class. There were four others there, three girls and a guy. Rachel was the best looking of the four of them. The one guy saw me holding Rachel’s hand and gave me a dirty look. Rachel said, “Good morning, everyone. I want you to meet...
Bend me, shape me, the ride home. By Vonya Lee All of a sudden I realize I haven't got a clue about what I should do next ... I feel funny, kind of sheepish. I've never been in this situation before. Do I climb back into bed? That could be a mistake. Should I round up my things and go? I know I often appreciated girls who would leave early. God I wish Todd were here. He'd know what to do, proud slut that he is. Maybe I could get my cell phone ... I...
This is not a Halloween story. I just added the bit at the end in honor of the holiday. Hope you enjoy. He just showed up one day, and the bar owner did everything but kiss his ass in front of everyone. He even set up a small table in the back near the restrooms, and no one was allowed to sit there except him. The place had been a working class bar forever, but when the economy went bad and manufacturing dried up, all that was left were the unemployed and the retirees. The owner was just...
I was heading back home for Winter break. In the month since Cynthia and I had first had sex, we'd managed to get together three additional times. The sex was great, but there wasn't much chance that a romantic attachment would ever take place. All indications from Cynthia had been that I was just a friend. That suited my needs as well. I had only been back home for two or three hours before I got my first phone call. It was Barbara Allen, who said she was just checking to make sure I'd...
Hi ISS readers, I am Roshni from Delhi. I am a big fan of ISS. Today I am going to share one of my unforgettable story. I was a bit hesitant to share as I have never shared stories. But finally decided to dedicate to all readers. Please forgive me for my spelling mistakes. If you want to share your feedback, then drop a mail to my email id About me: I am 24 years old. I am a slim girl with a figure of 32 26 34. I was very studious during my school days. So I was doing good in school. At the...
Easter time in the north usually meant snow on the ground and this year was no exception. This was the time of the year I committed myself to a visit of the church for midnight mass to share with family and friends, a local tradition. Parking was always a challenge on events like this, fresh construction made it more and more difficult each year. After some searching I parked my white NSX behind the church and as I placed it into park I noticed her. There was a blurred figure watching me from...
Ellie's mother, Mavis Jones, had grown suspicious of her daughter's furtive actions of late, and now found herself eavesdropping on Ellie's phone conversation with Margie. She was stunned at what she heard. Margie: "Do ya think Manny and Ritchie's cocks are as big as Donny's?" Ellie: "I hope so. I can still feel Donny inside me." Margie: "Um, me too." Mavis Jones had her hand over her mouth, and her eyes were wide with shock. Her daughter, her baby, discussing a man's penis...
Deep Space The target practice went on with every interceptor crew getting several chances to attack the high-speed asteroid targets flung from a single ship, and sometimes by two ships at the same time. Wanting to observe the teams as they worked without them realizing he was there, Jeff instructed Ship to remain invisible as they approached the general practice area. Once Ship had located the interceptors, she and Jeff watched the squadron practice over the next half hour. As Jeff sat in...